Value (fragment)

I don't know how many years have passed. The feeling that we've been together forever is enough for me. Death didn't destroy us, so it won't destroy us either. Nothing else matters now. Only Us and Consciousness – the only truth of life and its only reminder.

When I now return to the past with my Consciousness, I'm entertained by my earthly life. I would certainly live it differently now. Unfortunately, the value of certain things is only realized when we feel their absence. After death. In life, I didn't even believe that Death wasn't the end.

Back then, only fun mattered. Pleasure. When I came here, my baggage of experience was too small to shape Consciousness. This time, I had to constantly lean on someone and use their resources. Fortunately, He was there. Only then did I understand my stupidity, my nothingness. It may sound funny, but it's painful to know that when you understand Value, it's too late to use it.

But it turned out that even Here, Values ​​exist. Two Consciousnesses – suspended among others – for whom only coexistence on the unclear border of existence matters. But even Here, there are Consciousnesses that derive satisfaction from disrupting the values ​​of available Values. The subconscious happiness of Consciousness is apparently a good available only to the chosen few. But then this imitation of feeling, intended for them, is even more artificial. Just as in life we ​​were unable to love out of necessity, so too Here, it is impossible to create a weave of Consciousness for the mere fact of its creation, because the expected subconscious happiness of Consciousness turns into the uncertainty of the outcome. The destruction of the values ​​of Values ​​– just as on Earth. But we will survive. The true Weave will not be disrupted even by the highest stage of Consciousness. They can only return us to Earth, but the weave will remain, and fate would surely unite us again – even against our own will.

It's a pity that I only now see interpersonal love as the highest of Values. And if we think about it more deeply – the only one. It's a pity that people don't see this.

The world is blind to what can save it. A pity... If we hadn't been expelled from Paradise, would it be different? Is Paradise as paradisiacal as Earth ever was? Does boundless happiness simply not exist?

Worry kills my Consciousness like poison...

At least I now know the meaning of existence. We live to destroy the World, and so that the World has something to destroy. Or perhaps a dark veil has fallen over the eyes of my Consciousness? Maybe it's not so bad after all?

They have come to tear the Weave apart.

The World is like poison to my Consciousness.